Chemo 4, Half Way

I'm scheduled for eight chemos (four cycles) and then an evaluation at which point we will talk about whether I'm 1. Done, 2. Need four more treatments, 3. Need radiation. (My money is on a total of twelve treatments, which seems not unusual.)

Tomorrow is chemo 4, which is half way to something, even if it's only halfway to another CT scan. After the last chemo, I actually did pretty good. Less adverse affects than before although more initial fatigue. Tomorrow's chemo book is Iron Council by China Mieville. I figure once I start to have trouble with Mieville's language, I'll just nap or something. I figure I'll ground to halt at some point on baroque sentences like, 'What circled around and over the city's upreached fingers? Birdlife, aerial vermin, wyrmen (laughing, monkey-footed things), and airships of cool colors, and smoke and clouds. The natural inclines of the land were all forgotten by New Corbuzom, which rose or fell according to quite other whims: it was mazed in three dimensions. Tons of brick and wood, concrete, marble and iron, earth, water, straw and daub, made roofs and walls.' Mieville's pleasure in inversions (ending the last sentence with the subject instead of 'Roofs and walls were made of tons of brick and wood...') is a signature of his prose, and not particularly a problem for me when I'm clear-headed, but gets difficult if I'm really tired or moderately stoned.

I am mildly apprehensive. I went into my first chemo glad to have finally started and really curious. I'm not curious anymore, I have to admit. After my last chemo, for days I would get queasy if I thought about popsicles. (I suck on something cold during part of the chemo to reduce some adverse affects.) I am more apprehensive that the chemo will be postponed because of my white blood count being low. I have been eating my vegetables and taking my vitamins and exercising. And visualizing. So here's hoping. If I dont post tomorrow, it's probably an indication that I had chemo, and so good news.